Page 44 of His Cursed Heart

Fuck, I can't leave him.

"Promise you're coming for me." I bring his face closer to mine.

"Vincent," I try to say, but he stops me desperately.

"I know you don't like promises, but you can't leave me here." His tears are breaking my so called heart.

"I left you a phone, call me. Don't hesitate, baby." He nods and throws his little hands around my neck.

I burry my head in his neck and I try to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Vincent, come here. Now." I hear Hanibal's voice and I feel Vincent's arms tighten around me.

"Your heart is safe with me. With Venus." I kiss his forehead.

"Come on, V." Venus comes and takes Vincent from my arm.

"Thank you for taking care of him." I whisper.

"Anything for you." She looks at me with her soft blue eyes, and thank God she doesn't hug me because that would've been too much for me to handle.

Behind me, Vivian has tears in her eyes and Keaton's dad looks at me with pity.

I don't need that.

I don't need anything from them.

Keaton takes my hand and I follow him to his car.

A beautiful black Bugatti waits for us at the

entrance of the restaurant.

I didn't even realized the purple decorations in the restaurant.

I enter the car and I stay frozen in the seat.

I just left him alone.

Like Keres did with me.

Like Mamma did with me.

I feel the need to throw something, to kill someone.

To kill Hanibal.

The power I let him have over me is making me sick.

Keaton gets into the driver's seat and looks at me with a serious face.

"Put your seat belt." I don't move. I look in front of me. At nothing. "Althea, put your seat belt on." He orders.

"Just shut up! For once, let me the fuck to think!" His jaw tenses and the hand on the wheel turns into a fist.

He starts the engine and starts driving to the hotel we're staying until tomorrow morning, when our plane leaves Italy.

We are alone.

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